I’m back to where I once was and it feels good. It feels like I’ve been welcomed back again. Nostalgia makes me reminisce, nostalgia also makes me realize it’s been so long. I still remember the parks from the viewpoint of my 11 year old self, and while I try to stay there longer, urgency pulls me aside. Experience tells me to cherish a moment but not for too long. Logic tells me it’s about hustle. I feel like I’m being called, but the calls seem like distant echoes – I familiarize with them, yet they’ve grown old. I will always hold vivid images of these in my head – I’ve held on for so long, but now I’ve come to accept that I’ve changed, and my 11 year old self would question every bit of it. I’m happy, I’ve grown, I’ve lived, and although it feels like coming home to the memories of a child, it also feels like those surroundings are now expecting me to rise.
Vertigo Madness 